Aztec Eternals

January 1489, the suburbs of Lisbon. The noisy celebration gradually faded away from this civilian community. In the morning and evening smoke, the aroma of roasted whale meat can no longer be smelled. Although whale meat in this era is cheaper than mutton, it is not something ordinary civilians can afford for long-term consumption. The celebration of Christmas Day, with the new year away, the busyness of the civilians in the suburbs has begun again.

Thanks to the colonization of the southern continent, the Kingdom of Portugal became increasingly prosperous. Although most of the wealth brought by the great voyages flowed into the hands of nobles and merchants, a little bit of leakage made it easier for the commoners in the capital to find a job without struggling on the death line of poverty.

Life in the Middle Ages was hard, especially for peasants who were controlled by their lords. Poor small farmers and tenant farmers not only have to pay land rent, but also pay poll tax, family tax, mill tax, and perform heavy labor. Oh, and there is also the indispensable church tithe, which is related to the salvation of the soul.

In the Catholic world, except for the Swiss mountain people with a high tradition of self-government and a strong martial spirit, the vast majority of Western European farmers have struggled for hundreds of years under the dual oppression of the lord and the church. However, no matter how difficult life was, all peasant rebellions were suppressed by the knights and disappeared. The bright Middle Ages belonged to priests, nobles, knights, and now merchants, but it has nothing to do with farmers who account for 90% of the population.

Of course, although the poor life of Portuguese civilians is worse than that of Italian city-state citizens, it is still better than the extreme poverty of farmers in France and England. Among all the peasants, the German peasants who were under the care of the priests were at the bottom of purgatory.

Thirteen years ago, the last pope, Sixtus IV, officially conveyed the latest will of the Lord to the world of God: the living must seek amnesty from the priest for the deceased relatives and friends who are still in purgatory, so that they can go to heaven as soon as possible. The way to obtain amnesty is to buy indulgences. When this teaching was promulgated, not only the German peasants lived in purgatory, but even their deceased relatives who had finally escaped fell into purgatory again.

In the name of purchasing indulgences, the taxes of the German lords were immediately increased. The demands of the priests of the church became more and more greedy, even making it unbearable for the citizens of the free city of Shinra.

At this moment, Johann Tetzel, a German Bachelor of Letters, has abandoned his studies and joined God, joined the Dominican Order, and became a monk of the glorious Lord. Tiezhile, a theological monk, is about to start his promotion path, from Shinra to Poland, and then back to his hometown of Shinra, selling indulgences all the way to raise funds for the church. In the end, he will utter the famous sentence that has been passed down for thousands of years, completely overthrowing the foundation of salvation in Catholicism, and preparing the most sufficient firewood for the fire of the Reformation!

"When you donate money to a soul in purgatory, put it in the donation box, and when there is a 'jingle', he will come out of purgatory!"

At the same time, a six-year-old child was reading a Latin Bible for the first time at Mansfield Elementary School in Saxony. He opened his clear eyes wide and read with difficulty.

"1.in principio creavit Deus caelum et terram. (1. In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth) 2. terra autem erat inanis et vacua et tenebrae super faciem abyssi et spiritus Dei ferebatur super aquas. The Spirit of God moves over the waters)"

Children read and think. When he was young, he couldn't understand these sentences. He just used his young and clear mind to recite instinctively and recite the enlightenment of the Lord. And his name, commonplace, is Martin Luther.

Evening falls in the sea breeze, and the fishermen return from the sea. Low voices of prayer sounded in the wooden and stone churches and spread throughout the outskirts of Lisbon. An ordinary house is located in a civilian community. The room is small, and a rush candle is lit on the old wooden table, bringing precious light.

A lamp is like a bean, swaying in the house. A middle-aged man in his thirties was lowering his head, holding a quill pen, and writing vigorously in front of the wooden table. He had a long, eagle-nosed face, prominent cheekbones, and excited blue eyes that seemed to be shining. On his left is a copy of Marco Polo's "Oriental Insights", and on his right is a copy of Ptolemy's "Theory of the Center of the Earth".

And right in front of him was a huge "Map of Toscanelli". On the map, there is a bright red shipping route marked, sailing from Lisbon, Portugal, all the way to the west, after traveling less than half the circumference of the earth, you will find the attractive "Spice Islands", "India" and "Ceres"!

"To the holy, reverent, pious, wise, and goddess-beautiful...Queen Isabella. Greetings from the experienced and heroic city-state navigator Columbus!. According to my estimation, according to Marco Polo's travel records , according to the calculation of the great scholar Toscanelli, the circumference of the earth is "

After writing this, Columbus, an experienced city-state navigator, paused and looked at the "Map of Tuscanelli" on the meeting table. This is a world map drawn by the late Florentine astronomer, Paolo dal Pozzo Toscanelli, highlighting the locations of "India" and "Ceres", just west of the continent.

Fifteen years ago, Toscanelli sent the map, as well as the plan to sail westward and reach the east, to the priest of Lisbon Cathedral, Fernand Martins, and then handed it over to the then Portuguese King Alfonso Suo V. Alfonso V handed over the map to court scholars for consideration, but in the end only astronomers with rich nautical experience gave a reply of "the calculation is completely wrong".

Immediately afterwards, Columbus, a navigator who was also from an Italian city-state, learned of the map and wrote to Toscanelli to ask for it. Then, he received a reply letter from Toscanelli in ecstasy, and regarded this map as a treasure, and a new navigation plan was born. And the son of a wool weaver in this commercial city-state is much more persistent than the astronomer Toscanelli. He held this plan all the way, and smashed it for ten years. now

".The circumference of the earth should be 12,000 kilometers! And the length of Eurasia should be 8,000 kilometers"

Columbus wrote confidently and wisely. He pursed his lips tightly, dipped in cheap blue ink, and carefully wrote down the calculation formula in the letter. After a period of perfect calculation, he came to a subversive conclusion.

"In this way, as long as we start from the port of Palos on the southwest coast and travel westward for 4,000 kilometers, we can reach the opposite side of the Atlantic Ocean, which is a rich land full of wealth, India full of spices, and Celes full of silk! .India and Seres are just 4,000 kilometers overseas!"

Columbus lowered his head, his eyes full of hope. The light candles flicker on his table, like the bright stars outside the window, shining with infinite possibilities. However, just when he was full of hope and trying to write a letter

"boom!"

A loud banging sound suddenly came from the wooden door of the hut. In just two or three breaths, the wooden door was knocked open, and even the simple wooden lock was broken!

"Vaffanculo!"

Columbus cursed angrily. He looked up, and his heart trembled for a moment. Two strong Slavic men with large axes stood like stone pillars by the door of the hut. And a thin Jewish businessman, wearing a small cap, looked at him with a half-smile.

"It's you! Eleazar"

Seeing the creditor, the anger on Columbus's face was immediately replaced by anxiety. He stretched out his right hand, and while groping for the sailor's dagger in the corner, he asked in a low voice.

"How did you find this place?"

"Haha! Columbus, with your big mouth, what's the difficulty in finding you?"

Eleazar smiled lightly with a carefree expression. He narrowed his eyes, looked at Columbus's outstretched right hand, and ordered without hesitation.

"Go! Catch him!"

Two strong Slavic men immediately made a move and strode forward. There is no room for manoeuvre in the small house, Columbus just reached out and touched the handle of the short knife, a heavy big ax came oncoming!

"boom!"

The Slavic entourage turned the handle of the ax and knocked Columbus to the ground with ease. The blue ink poured out immediately, completely polluting the letter addressed to the Queen. In just three or four breaths, the experienced and heroic city-state captain was firmly pressed to the ground, his face stuck to the mud, and even his mouth was pressed into the mud.

"Merda! Woohoo! Eleazar, you devil who deserves hell! Your soul is doomed to struggle in the fire."

"Ha! Columbus, the fleet of the Kingdom of Portugal, has returned from the southern continent. This time, they crossed the edge of Africa and really found the way to India!"

Eleazar spoke slowly. There was a smile on his face, but his light blue eyes were ruthlessly cold.

"The Kingdom of Portugal, you have mastered the new route! What about your sailing plan, hehe."

Having said that, Eleazar squatted down, stretched out his hand, and patted Columbus's face lightly.

"I think it's time to talk to you again about your debt. As your old friend over the years, I'm interested in sending your soul...to hell haha!"

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